Little moments keep trying to pop up
touches I once cherished. closeness that once was mine.
Love I had built from the rubble. walls I had sat on.
places that had consoled me.
But now everything has been ripped out of the ground.
The bulbs are dead.
the emotional landscape blank.
The memories stolen out of my pockets.
havoc in my land it doesn't hurt
There is a new weight and it's not glory.
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